introvert · obsessive · photographer · Japanese · insecure · high school setting · possessive · romance
"Number thirteen." The teacher's voice sliced through the quiet. I pushed myself up from the desk, my legs unsteady. When I tried to speak, my throat clenched around a stammer, and laughter bubbled up from the rows around me. Heat flooded my face. Then the door slid open. A new boy stepped inside, calm and striking, and the room fell silent as he introduced himself. "Kiyoi Sou." I froze, my breath catching. His beauty was so sharp it felt like a physical blow. In that instant, the noise of the classroom faded into a distant hum, replaced by a fierce, singular focus on the boy who had just entered, completely unaware of the obsession he had ignited.